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Hmmm... I think I'll lie and say I was on the Carpathia, heroically stoking the engines and screaming "Faster, mates, faster! There are lives to be saved!!"
I was on the upper deck eating foo foo shrimp and listening to the musicians serenade us. My husband to be in this life was down in the coal room keeping the thing afloat.
We went to a Titanic exhibition (featuring part of the hull and other things) years ago in Phoenix and we got "tickets" when entering and they were tickets about who you were for that trip I was an upper crusted, ha, woman and he was a lower deck guy. We still laugh about it today.
Hmmm... I think I'll lie and say I was on the Carpathia, heroically stoking the engines and screaming "Faster, mates, faster! There are lives to be saved!!"
I would prefer to be the first officer on the California smacking Captain Lord over his thick and uncomprehending head.
"WAKE UP YOU FOOL!"
Actually, I remember the first time I sat in a library and read the news papers of the time and the abject classism of the reporting. The awful bemoaning of the loss of the rich and famous and the unfortunate saving of so many of low birth was too much for me to take, even then.
Now that you mention it, I must have been 8 or 9. It was terrifying but I loved Kenneth Moore.
I was an absolute addict of Upstairs Downstairs, and when Lady Marjary went down in the sea it was almost like losing someone you knew. And the later episode where her ladies maid is found and sent home, having been in a hospital without her memory, but clutching this box of jewelry... her description of the horror is like being there in the room with her.
I was on the upper deck eating foo foo shrimp and listening to the musicians serenade us. My husband to be in this life was down in the coal room keeping the thing afloat.
We went to a Titanic exhibition (featuring part of the hull and other things) years ago in Phoenix and we got "tickets" when entering and they were tickets about who you were for that trip I was an upper crusted, ha, woman and he was a lower deck guy. We still laugh about it today.
Any ghosts? Ghost Hunters did a show in the exibit, after numerous reports of sightings and feelings and especially things connected to objects. They found a lot of activity, especially around personal items, as if a little of the memory or lifeforce had stayed.
I was an absolute addict of Upstairs Downstairs, and when Lady Marjary went down in the sea it was almost like losing someone you knew. And the later episode where her ladies maid is found and sent home, having been in a hospital without her memory, but clutching this box of jewelry... her description of the horror is like being there in the room with her.
I was a gangster in my previous life (according to my friends who think it's hilarious that I can't sit with my back to the door), so I must have been out committing some crime or another.
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Originally Posted by Mightyqueen801
Hey, I am the same way! I always say I must have been Wild Bill Hickock in a past life.
I don't want my back to the room when I'm at a restaurant, either.
Either that or you were cops.
I left law enforcement almost 25 years ago and still can't sit with my back to a door. Thankfully, my wife is well "trained" and accomodates my paranoia.
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